I saw this weekend that the memorial for World War II veterans was dedicated. What a shame that it took 60 years for these brave men and women to be honored. My father, Paul Hoppe, who died in 2003, was a veteran of this war and didn't get to see this happen. He served in parts of Europe and Italy with a group who repaired bridges and roads that had been destroyed by bombings. He didn't talk about this to us and I don't know how close to the front line he actually was.
Regardless of that, I am very proud of him and thankful that he and so many others served in this war so I can have the freedoms that I and everyone else have now.
This country is quick to help others but sometimes drag their feet in honoring our veterans whether they are living or deceased. We all need to remember more often what these men and women have done for all of us.